. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . t, our deadliest shot; The deck was over-flown :The poor ship staggered, lurched to port, And gave a living groan. Down, down, as headlong through the waves Our gallant vessel rushed,A thousand gurgling, watery sounds Around my senses gushed. Then I remember little more ; One look to heaven I , like an angels wing, I saw Our spotless ensign wave. I tried to cheer, I cannot say Whether I swam or sank ;A blue mist cl
. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . t, our deadliest shot; The deck was over-flown :The poor ship staggered, lurched to port, And gave a living groan. Down, down, as headlong through the waves Our gallant vessel rushed,A thousand gurgling, watery sounds Around my senses gushed. Then I remember little more ; One look to heaven I , like an angels wing, I saw Our spotless ensign wave. I tried to cheer, I cannot say Whether I swam or sank ;A blue mist closed around my eyes. And every thing was blank. 44 ©n :fl5oarO tbe Cumberland When I awoke, a soldier-lad, All dripping from the sea,With two great tears upon his cheeks, Was bending over me. I tried to speak. He understood The wish I could not turned me. There, thank God ! the flag Still fluttered at the peak ! And there, while thread shall hang to thread, O let that ensign fly !The noblest constellation set Against our northern sky. A sign that we who live may claim The peerage of the brave ;A monument, that needs no scroll, For those beneath the wave !. THE SWORD-BEARER. By GKORGE H. BOKE:r. BRAVE Morris saw the day was lost ;For nothing now remainedOn the wrecked and sinking CumberlandBut to save the flag unstained. So he swore an oath in the sight of heaven(If he kept it, the world can tell) : Before I strike to a rebel flag,I 11 sink to the gates of hell ! Here, take my sword ; t is in my way ; I shall trip oer the useless steel :For I 11 meet the lot that falls to all. With my shoulder at the wheel. So the little negro took the oh ! with what reverent care ! Following his master step by step,He bore it here and there. 45 46 Ube SworC>*Bcarcr A thought had crept through his sluggish brain, And shone in his dusky face,That somehow—he could not tell just how— T was the sword of his trampled race. And as Morris, great with his lion onw
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